The night air’s cold hand
reaches down and pulls my breath
in shards from my chest.
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
I go to freeze on dark tides
I wake before three.
for another’s riches
Waves, softly lapping
Dappled light wanders.
Across the lush, verdant grass
Crimson clouds hang low.
The day’s embers glow softly,
burning down to dusk.
I wish it was when cold winter days were naught but a memory.
Waves softly lapping. Across the lush, verdant grass, dappled light wanders.
The night air’s cold hand reaches down and pulls my breath in shards from my chest.
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